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Dreamwalker's Bride

“You are the least objectionable groom of all the ones I’ve seen,” Anaisa replied seriously. “Thank you for the glowing compliment,” Trace grinned, “but that didn’t quite answer my question.” ___ Anaisa is an orphan and a pariah. In an ultimate act of betrayal, her father, a Count of the Realm, is accused of deserting and betraying the army in a time of war. Not only is he immediately executed for the offense, but the king declares he must have been a fake all along! His two daughters are stripped of their titles and inheritance, replaced by a distant cousin and cast out of their home with nothing. Anaisa swears someday she will get her title and lands back, but in the mean time, she and her sister Katia have to figure out how to survive. Trace is an anomaly among his people; instead of revealing their son as a magic user and thrusting him into the public eye, his parents kept it a secret to allow him to choose the kind of life he wanted. Trace found himself content to rest and play in his own dream world instead of invading the nighttime visions of others. As an adult, his choice to remain unknown is thrown into jeopardy when a mysterious blackmailer forces Trace to enlist in the territorial war between nations, threatening to reveal his secret if the demand is not met. With the war now over, Trace believes he can finally go home to his farm and live the simple, unremarkable life he’s always desired. When Anaisa and Trace are thrown together by a royal edict, the sisters find themselves unwittingly tangled in the web of mystery and intrigue that surrounds the blackmailer’s escalating assignments for Trace. Anaisa begins to suspect it may be connected to the plot to replace her family in the noble court. As the scheme continues to unfold, lives, loves, marriages, and magic will be put to the test to see what forces in the world are strongest.

TheOtherNoble · Fantasy
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331 Chs

Burning goals

Ford's crutch clattered to the floor as he dove towards the fire, but he was too late. He landed in a heap for the second time in ten minutes, earning the stares of everyone in the room.

"Oh, dear!" Grandma fussed at him. "Let us help you up and get you to a chair."

"No," Ford's voice hardened. He put his hands forward and pushed up from the floor, grabbing his crutch and using it to awkwardly get to his feet. He would refuse the help of anyone instrumental in robbing him of his life's great fortune.

These people pretended charity, but they wanted most of all to keep him in his place. To keep him poor and lowly and beneath them. They would be just kind enough to soothe their own consciences, and nothing more.

Other than that, they were just as selfish as every other person on earth.

And he hated them for it.

The children stared at him in shock, and he limped out of the room. Out of the house.

No one followed.